Ms. Huerta heard a knocking at the door and walked downstairs. She opened the door to see a police officer standing next to her son. He was looking away from her with an annoyed look on his face. "What did he do this time?" She asked with a sigh.

"He and his friends were downtown spraying anything they could." The cop told her.

"I see," She answered.

"As usual, I thought it best to release him into your care." He explained.

"Of course, thank you again." She said taking her son's hand a pulled him inside. "Same time next week?" She asked as a joke.

"On a good week Ms. Huerta, on a good week." He said leaving their doorway. She turned around and saw her son starting to make his way upstairs.

"And just where do you think you're going young man?" She asked angrily.

"Uh, my room?" He said, confused.

"Not yet you're not. Sit down, we need to have a talk." She said. He stopped and walked back down to sit at the kitchen table. The two sat in silence for a moment. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" She asked.

"I'm expressing my creativity?" He said half joking.

"That's not the problem. You can't go out breaking the law every night Bart."

"I'm not going out every night. Last night I was home right after school." He tried to argue.

"And you snuck out at two-thirty in the morning." She told him.

"So, what do you care?"

"I am your mother. Do you think I enjoy seeing you brought home in the back of a police car? This is the fifth time this has happened this month, God damn it." She exclaimed, getting up.

"I'm surprised you noticed." He said getting annoyed.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means. You're always working. You're barely around anymore."

"I am doing what I can to support this family since….since-"

"Since Dad died! Just say it Mom! Dad died! I get it ok?!" He yelled and ran upstairs. She sat down and groaned. Freddy, where are you? She thought.

"We're gonna put a spell on all of you!" The Hex Girls sand as they finished up the last song. The audience applauded and roared with excitement.

"I still can't believe you managed to not only get tickets, but also get backstage passes. How did you do all this?" Freddy asked his boyfriend as they waiting to meet the band.

"Like I said Babe, I know a someone." Zack told him.

"Zack? Is that you?" Thorn, the band's guitarist and lead singer asked.

"I buy that, I mean her. Thorn, Dusk, Luna!" He said walking over and hugging each of them.

"I can't believe how much you've grown." She said as they separated. "You definitely have your dad's height. So, how's my favorite little cousin doing lately?" She asked patting his head.

"Wait, wait, wait, cousin?! Thorn is your cousin?!" Freddy asked, shocked buy the news.

"Sorry, did I forget to mention that?" He asked cracking a smile.

"Who's this little squirrely one?" Dusk, the band's drummer asked.

"This is Freddy, m-my boyfriend." He said, wrapping his arm around him, followed by a moment of silence.

"You're finally out huh?" Thorn asked with a smile.

"Yeah, it feels really good actually." Zack told her.

"Told you it would." She said with a smirk.

"She knew?" Freddy asked.

"Of course she knew. I tell her everything." Zack explained.

"Are you a part of that band Zack's in?" Luna asked.

"Yeah, I play the drums."

"Really? Well, why don't you show us what you're made of?" Dusk asked, holding out her drum sticks.

"What? Seriously?" He asked, his face lighting up.

"Do it now before She changes her mind." Luna, the band's keyboardist, told him. Freddy took her drumsticks in his hands and jumped onto the back of her drumset. He rolled his sleeves back and began to play a little bit of Zack's song, "Teacher's Pet." As he was playing Zack grabbed his cousins guitar and started playing along with him. The two went on but stop before they got before they got to Zack's solo. The Hex applauded the two younger teens.

"You got talent kids, that's for sure." Thorn told them.

"That means so much coming from you." Freddy said.

"Thorn's actually the one who taught me how to play in the first place." Zack told him.

"So that's why you're so good at it." Freddy said.

The two of them spent about an hour with the band but had to go eventually. Thorn decided to drop them off herself.

"Thanks for the ride Sally." Zack said climbing out of her car.

"Your name is Sally?" Freddy asked shocked.

"Don't go telling anyone ok?" She said with a laugh before she drove off.

"Are you sure you'll walk from here?" Zack asked. "I don't think Sally would've minded driving to your house." He told the drummer.

"I really don't mind walking Babe, I'm just happy to see you get home safe." He said. The two hugged tightly and shared a kiss before Freddy left and made his way home.

When he made it home, he found his mom sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands. "Mom?" He asked. She looked up at him looking as if she just got done crying. "What did he do?" He asked with a sigh.

He sat down with her as she told him what happened with his brother came home. "Wow, I can't believe him."

"He's right though, I'm not home often enough."

"Hey, that's not true. You're doing the best you can for us Mom. I'm going go talk to him. Get some sleep ok?" He said as he made his way up the stairs. He walked up to his brother's door and knocked before walking in.

"Please, come in, I insist." He said sarcastically.

"How could say that stuff to Mom?"

"She's never home. You know it, I know it, there's no denying it."

"That's no excuse Bart. You can't yell at Mom like that!"

"Why not? Dad died and she has to go and never be around-"

"Stop blaming everything on Dad!" Freddy yelled as he began to breath heavily. "I get it, I miss him too. Maybe more," He said as tear began to run down his face. "But you can't take that out on everyone else. Now go to bed." He finished saying as he wiped the tears from his face.

"But Freddy, it's Friday, I shouldn't have to-"

"Bart, go to sleep. Right now mister." He said in a stern voice.

"Yes sir," Bart said in an annoyed voice. Freddy walked downstairs where his mother had made her way to the couch.

"Taken care of, for now I hope." He said.

"Thank you so much Freddy. I don't know how your father dealt with that boy. Or you for that matter." She said with a laugh.

"Come on, I wasn't that bad was I?" He said, starting to giggle as well.

"You were." She said completely seriously.

"Hey, do you wanna hear about the concert?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Tell me in the morning Freddy. I have to get up for work early tomorrow for work." She explained

"Again? Mom, they're killing ya." He said.

"Shhh, I'll see you tomorrow night ok?" She said before kissing his cheek and walking back to her room. "Goodnight Freddy,"

"Night Mom," He said, slightly disappointed.

The next morning, Bart woke up to a banging on the front door of the house. He got out of bed a tiredly walked downstairs and found the officer that usually drives him home. "Officer Dan? What are you doing here? It's too early for me to have done anything yet."

"Cute. Where's your mother?" He asked.

"She worked early this morning. She won't be back home until later." He said as he was about to turn around and head upstairs when Officer Dan stopped him.

"I have some...questions I want to ask you."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I think it's best if you go on a little trip with me."

"This isn't a trick to arrest me is it?" Bart asked, growing suspicious.

"I assure you not, now go get dressed. I'll let you ride in the front this time." Bart still wasn't fully convinced, but didn't really see a way out of it. So he ran upstairs to change out of his pj's. He went into Freddy's room to tell him where he was going, but he must've left earlier because he was nowhere to be found.

"Ok, I'm ready." He said coming down the stairs.

"Great, let's get going." Officer Dan said as they left Bart's house and hopped into his police car.

They drove to the statue of Angelina Eberly (actual statue in Austin) to see that there was graffiti completely covering it. "Do you wanna explain this?" He asked the boy.

"I'm not sure how I can since I had nothing to do with this." He said bluntly.

"No?"

"Nope, notta." He said leaning against the car.

"Well, I find that hard to believe." Officer Dan said.

"Oh yeah, why's that?" He asked.

"Because I happen to have an eye witness that said they saw someone matching your description tagging it last night."

"Couldn't have been me. I was in your car last night."

"That was around midnight. They saw this happen about an hour before then and this just happens to be in between your house and where I found you."

"Well, it wasn't me. I wouldn't do that to this statue." He said beginning to panic.

"I'd hope not, because if you did do it, you'd be in alot of trouble." Officer Dan asked.

"It wasn't me, I know I've said that before about things I did do, but I'm telling the truth this time."

"Bart, I want to believe you, but all I have to go off of is your word, which doesn't holding up against someone saying they saw you." Officer Dan explained. "I'll take you home for now, but I'll be coming back later. Please find something to prove your innocence."

Officer Dan dropped him off at home and when he walked in, his mom was there. "Mom? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Oh, I just came home to grab something real quick. Don't mind me." She looked out the window to see the police car driving away. "Bart-"

"I didn't do it, I was in the front seat this time, I swear." He said quickly, trying to keep her from getting upset.

"Didn't do what Bartholomew?" She asked in a stern voice.

"The Eberly statue got tagged and Officer Dan thought I did it, but I didn't. You believe me right Mom?" He asked desperate for her to say "yes."

"I just don't know anymore Bart. I want to believe you, but I can't." She said before walking out the door.

"Mom…?" He said to the now empty room. He fell to his knees and felt the tear swelling up, the tears he'd been holding back since his father died. While Freddy had let his emotions all out on that fateful day, Bart did his best to not feel anything, but now, it was failing him.

"Rough morning?" He heard his brother's voice from the stairs and quickly pulled the tears back.

"Freddy? Where were you this morning?" He asked.

"Met up with my boys for some breakfast. What've you been up to little bro?"

"W-well, you see…" Bart told Freddy every detail, down to a T. Including the parts that made it impossible for it to have been him. "You believe me right Freddy?" He asked, hoping someone would take his side.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't do it." Freddy said.

"I did not tag the statue." He said in all seriousness.

"I believe you," Freddy told him. Bart smile and sighed in relief at hearing those words. "Now, we just gotta find who did do it. Who was with you last night?"

"Well, there was Jimbo, but he's too tall. Nelson, but he's way bigger. There was Louis but he's, well, black. Janey's a girl. Oh! Shelby was dressed in the exact same clothes as me! He's also my height."

"You have a guy friend named Shelby?" Freddy asked confused.

"Yeah? Is that weird?" Bart asked.

"A little, but not important right now. To Shelby's we go." Freddy said heading for the door. "You coming?"

"Hell yeah I am." He said as the two of them left.

They made their way to Shelby's house and asked his dad if he was home. He told them he was up in his tree-house, so they went around back. "Wait, Shelby's...difficult, we need a plan." Bart said.

"I think I've got one." Freddy said with a smile on his face.

Bart climbed up into the tree-house where Shelby was up there reading a comic book. "Hey there Shelby,"

"Bart-Man," He said, flashing him finger-guns. "What's up?"

"Did you hear what happened to the old Eberly statue?"

"No, what happened?"

"Someone tagged it last night,"

"Really?" Shelby asked smirking while Bart was turned around.

"Yeah, and worst of all, Officer Dan thinks I did it."

"Wow, what a shame."

"So, I was thinking, since you live close to the statue too, do you know someone that could've done it?"

"Ok, how dumb are you?" Shelby asked, breaking his facade.

"What?" Bart asked, pretending rather well the sound surprise.

"You're such and idiot Bart. I tagged it, And I dressed like you so you'd get the blame for it."

"What? Why would you do that?"

"Because you always get your way. No matter what happens, things work out for you, but they never work out for me. It's not fair. So I decided, why not make something not work out for you? So I stole your clothes while you were in gym class and wore them while I tagged the statue before meeting up with the rest of you guys last night. Pretty ingenious wouldn't you say?"

"I would say so. And I think the police will too." Bart told him.

"Totally. Wait, what?" Shelby asked shocked. Bart pulled out a small device out of my pocket. "What the Hell is that?" Shelby asked him.

"My brother's recorder, he uses it for band practice." Bart said smugly.

"Gimme," Shelby said trying to grab it.

"Oopsie," Bart said dropping it out the window. When Shelby looked down he saw that Freddy had caught it. Shelby climbed out of the tree-house and tried to make a break for it, but ran right into Officer Dan. He looked up at him, his eyes wide.

"Son, you are in a whole heap of trouble." Officer Dan told the boy.

Later that night, Ms. Huerta returned home from work to find Bart and Officer Dan sitting at the table. "Let me guess, he-"

"I didn't do it Mom! And I proved it too!" Bart said jumping out of his seat and hugging her.

"What?" She asked, hugging him back.

"I told the truth. I said I didn't do it and I didn't. I even help bust the kid who did do it Mom!"

"What are you talking about Bart?" She asked, still not understanding exactly what was going on.

"Your son played a vital part in catching the young boy that grafitti'd the Eberly statue. I was very surprised when your older boy called and said the two found the kid."

"Bart, you mean that you really didn't?" She asked. He nodded excitedly. "Oh my special little guy, come here!" She said pulling him back into a tight hug. "I am so proud of you."

"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." He said as he pulled apart, tear streaming down his face.

"Bart, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just so happy right now." He said before hugging her again.

"So, that's what I did today." Freddy said over to phone to his boyfriend.

"Wow, sounds like a pretty fun adventure. I'm so glad Bart didn't do it. He's a good kid." Zack commented.

"I wouldn't go as far to say that Babe." Freddy said before Bart walked in. "Just a minute, he said into his phone. "What's up buddy?" He asked.

"Uh Freddy, I was wondering something. Could you teach me how to play drums like you?" He asked. Freddy smiled.

"Sure buddy. We'll start tomorrow." The two smiled before Bart stepped out of his room.

"Hey, it's getting pretty late, can I call you tomorrow?" Zack asked.

"Sure thing, talk to you tomorrow Babe." The couple blew a kiss into the phone before hanging up an going to bed.